In the second half of the night, Chen Fu slept well.

The next day, I woke up naturally when I slept and saw the time, it was still early.

After staying in the quilt for a while, she slowly turned over and sat up, stepped on the carpet barefoot and opened the curtains.

It was a sunny day outside, with the light-scarlet sunshine bright and gentle, falling in.

She put on her shoes and walked out, stretched unscrupulously, and glanced at the balcony on the right in the afterglow, and she stopped.

There was a white ceramic cup there casually, with a sunken design on the body of the cup, and the handle of the cup was delicate and elegant, navy blue.

Chen Fu pinched her neck, and her memory about last night gradually became clear in her mind.

It turns out that it's not a dream.

After dinner, Chen Fu followed the car to the shooting site. Most of the time she had nothing to do, and squatted aside and drove out Xinxin's portrait.

Xinxin's face is relatively round and not as angular as Lin Jialuo. Chen Fu did some treatment and simply drew it into a Q version, one big and one small, one made an avatar and one made a wallpaper.

After almost finished, she greeted Xinxin and said, "See if there is anything to be changed."

"Oh my God, it's so beautiful." Xinxin's eyes were lit up, "It's me but it's more beautiful than me."

Chen Fu is good at portraying characters in paintings. You can tell at a glance that they are, but they can cleverly hide their shortcomings.

So she couldn't draw Jiang Shutong because this person was really impeccable and no matter how she painted it, it was not as good as herself.

"But Afu." Xinxin looked at it carefully for two seconds, "Your style looks so familiar."

Chen Fu's smile froze on her face little by little.

No way.

It won't be recognized.

She wailed in her heart and said guiltily: "Do you look familiar?"

"Do you know Puff is painting?" Xinxin said to herself: "A comic author, I like her style very much. I feel that you are very similar. Look at this line and this color combination."

"Is that true?" Chen Fu held her forehead, blocked her face, and tried to make the final struggle: "But I don't think it's like it."

She obviously did some treatment...

Unfortunately, I met a loyal fan.

"And, your name is Chen Fu." Xinxin took out the most critical evidence and came to the final conclusion: "I think you are! My Weibo ID is Xinxin Xiangrong. Do you have any impression of it?"

Yes. Xinxin Xiangrong is an ID that Chen Fu has been with since she opened Weibo. The two have interacted many times in recent years.

Chen Fu was silent for two seconds and nodded.

"Oh my God, my wife has been so beautiful after three years." Xinxin shouted excitedly.

Chen Fu hurriedly signaled her to lower her voice, "That, Sister Xinxin, let's discuss something, that's..."

"Don't worry." Xinxin patted her chest and said very well: "I won't say it."

The three-dimensional wives don’t like the common sense of exploding horses in the second-dimensional world, so she still understands it.

Xinxin lowered her voice and turned on the Curious Baby Mode: "But why didn't you release a new comic? I've been waiting for a long time! I heard that "Sweetheart Girl" is going to change the anime is real? Why are you going to be a screenwriter?"

"And." She paused and asked the most critical and fatal question: "Can I know who Mr. S is?"

Chen Fu's scalp was numb at the end when she heard it. She took the paper cup on the table and drank it with a sip of water before speaking: "The anime matter is not decided. I studied drama in college, and I happened to come to the crew if I had the chance, so I don't have time to draw now."

She deliberately ignored the last question, but Xinxin asked again: "Mr. S is really not the male protagonist of the next comic?"

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Fu still said honestly: "No."

"Is that your crush?" Xinxin blurted out.

"What, what?"

Chen Fu was stunned, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated at that moment, subconsciously denied: "No! He is, he is a fictional character!"

"Yes." She nodded and repeated: "Fictional, no prototype."

"I understand." Xinxin seemed to have a flash of inspiration and said with a slight stroking her palm: "That's the ideal type!"

“…”

The topic finally ended here, Chen Fu breathed a sigh of relief and looked in Jiang Shutong's direction.

Fortunately, I haven't posted any face.

However, secret love, ideal type? Chen Fu was a little confused by the two words Xinxin said casually.

She seemed to have never thought about it, or deliberately avoided this question: why did she draw him secretly, and she was afraid that others would know.

Do you really like it?

Chen Fu was shocked by the sudden idea. It was impossible. How could she like Jiang Shutong?

He has always been like an older brother since he was a child. Although he likes to bully people, he is very patient and will rub your hair when he is most angry.

He always knows a lot, and he doesn't care much about anything. In fact, he can handle everything very well when it comes to it.

It seems that he will be at ease.

No, how could she have such thoughts about him? How could she like Jiang Shutong?

Impossible.

She can't.

...

"Afu." Xinxin shook her hand in front of Shen Fu, "Have you heard what I said?"

Chen Fu came back to her senses: "What?"

Xinxin repeated: "Sihan will have a birthday tomorrow. The crew will hold a simple birthday party at that time. I will call you at that time."

Chen Fu hesitated for a moment, "But I can't prepare a gift."

Xinxin: "Sihan doesn't accept birthday gifts very much. Now I'm notifying everyone that I just don't want everyone to spend money. It just so happens that the weather is forecast to rain tomorrow. Take this opportunity to have fun together."

Chen Fu still felt embarrassed, "Or what if I can draw a wallpaper for her?"

This is OK. Xinxin nodded in agreement, and the matter was decided.

Chen Fu drew the picture overnight. When he woke up the next day, it was noon and it was raining heavily outside.

There is a message from Lin Jialuo half an hour ago on his phone: [Are you free?]

Chen Fu grabbed her hair and went back to a question mark.

Three minutes later.

Lin Jialuo:【Can you make cakes】

Chen Fu just woke up and his head went down for a few seconds. Another voice came from the other end: "It doesn't matter if it will be. Are you free to do it? We are in the hotel kitchen."

Kitchen? Cake?

Chen Fu vaguely guessed something, washed and changed her clothes as quickly as possible, and asked the cleaning lady where she was in the kitchen and rushed over.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Jiang Shutong at first sight.

He wore a very homely white sweater and stood in front of the workbench with his arms in his arms, but he was not indifferent to the fireworks. He turned around and looked over when he heard the movement.

Then his expression became a little hard to describe, and he asked with a little uncertainty: "What are you here to do?"

Chen Fu pointed to Lin Jialuo, and her meaning was self-evident. Since Xinxin's appearance yesterday, she seemed to have no idea that she would even dare to say something to him.

Jiang Shutong followed Lin Jialuo and smiled, "Are you asking her for help?"

"What's wrong, can't it be?" Lin Jialuo's face was covered with flour at this moment and said dissatisfied: "With a young master like you, you don't do anything, so why don't I ask others for help?"

Jiang Shutong nodded and said meaningfully: "Okay, okay. But I advise you, it's better not to."

"Why?" Xinxin asked.

Jiang Shutong frowned, as if recalling something bad, and then said: "She belongs to... people who are strictly prohibited from approaching the kitchen."

“…”

Chen Fu felt very embarrassed and completely forgot that Xinxin had no idea about her relationship with Jiang Shutong, and retorted: "No, either, I just..."

"Just what?" Jiang Shutong waited patiently for a while before continuing slowly: "Will the liquefied gas be turned on before turning on, and he would cry and call me, and he wouldn't even cook instant noodles? Isn't it you?"

"I, you!" Chen Fu stuttered for a long time, and her face turned red.

However, what Jiang Shutong said was the truth. She would not shut down after turning on the liquefied gas and then went to find him crying. She did do it and she still remembered it freshly.

So Chen Fu only said in the end: "I can cook instant noodles now!!"

Seeing that she was about to get angry, Jiang Shutong stopped seeing it.

"OK, when I didn't say it."

The corners of his lips were bent lightly or heavily, and the smiles were flowing between his eyebrows and eyes, and he changed his mind, "But don't be here, go to the private room to arrange ribbons."

What does it mean to pretend that he didn't say it! Doesn't he know the water that splashed out of what he said? And why can't she be here!
To be continued...